It was a busy night at the Dionysus Club and Rabbit scurrying all over the place, tending to all of the patrons, fetching drinks from the long bar and picking up orders from the kitchen.? It was the usual crowd, or at least what passed for usual in a club that was itself highly unusual. A mix of guests from all over the world, all of whom dwelled on the fringes of humanity, the kind mentioned in stories but not really believed in. Not by 'normal' people anyway. ?

The young vampire had just delivered a tray of drinks to a group of what he suspected were British female lycanthropes on holiday but couldn't really be sure.? It was an understood rule that staff of the Dionysus did not ask too many questions of the patrons.? People came here to be themselves in comfort and safety, not to have to explain themselves.? He was heading back to the bar when he heard a tell-tale chime go off, indicating that a new patron had entered the club.

Rabbit started looking around - it was one of his duties to handle newcomers to the Dionysus - but it was hard to see over the crowd, especially with so many of the patrons being taller than he was.? He finally caught a wave from one of the barmen on duty, Klaus, who then pointed him towards the far end of the bar where a man was half-standing, half leaning against the bar's curved end.? Rabbit nodded to Klaus and hurried over.

Up close, the newcomer stood out, even by the club's standards.? Very elegant clothing from a different era, the kind one usually only saw on stage or at costume balls, though in this case they looked like they'd been experiencing some hard wear and tear.? The man's hair also stood out, very obviously blue-tinted even in the club's dimmer lighting. And did the man's... ears? Rabbit tried not to stare, but found it very difficult not to.? He had of course seen pointed ears before, but not like the ones he was seeing now.? These were delicately shaped, coming to points that suggested something out of a high-fantasy story that dealt with aristocratic elves.? And the man's face had a kind of unearthly beauty that the stories always associated with elves.? But elves weren't real, were they?? The young vampire bit his lip, trying not to fidget, before finally remembering that he had a duty to perform.

"Uhm, w-welcome to the Dionysus Club, sir," he managed, hoping the man wasn't put off by his momentary fascination.? "Can I, uhm, you know, g-get you anything?"? Suddenly the little vampire froze as an all-too-familiar scent brushed across his face, causing him to tense as his eyes went wide.? "You.... you're b-bleedin', sir," Rabbit stammered, taking a step back.? He bit his lip, desperately fighting down the instinct to have his fangs emerge.? "Do you n-need help or somethin'?"

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